The Reprobate
"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child."
"They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction."
Faith's heart sank. She knew exactly how it felt to lose the people important to you, the person you loved. Orerons words began to swirl in her mind, forcing her to realize that the war did not only affect the Sapiens, but Necos too. The whole thing was causing the world to rot, and it was not "creating a new and better future" only destroying it and ripping into shreds of what could have been. "I am sorry to hear that..." The blonde whispered, almost as though she was ashamed to state it. The Reprobate and Faith Alexis were fighting a war against each other.
The angel and the demon.
"I remember one of those. A mate. But you can't avoid the inevitable. People die and it's either going to be you or them, and you'll be powerless to stop it."
"Just give up. There's nothing you can do now. You're just wasting your time in a different way than I by clinging on to such useless hope."
"You seriously need to learn some manners and sober up!" The young woman snapped, grabbing the second bottle he reached for and taking it out of his sight. "You don't know that, there is always hope..." There is always Faith. The Reprobate could still not look the brunette in the eye due to their past argument, and the prickle in her back that always came along when she did. He was incredibly stubborn and so was she. "What has been your experience then huh? If you are that chatty you might as well make conversation,"
"Have you ever held a life that you had a part in creating? Have you had something so innocent of any crime you've committed taken from you out of pure cruelty?"
"My mate is dead. Cold as this earth and I burned her. Scattered her ashes in the plains just like she would have wanted. My little girl is still out there if they know if she is of my blood. Why would they kill a neco with my blood in her veins? As long as I know that, there is hope. Unlike one who would drink his pitiful life away like yourself."
Faith fell silent as the blade punctured the wall behind the male. Her teeth sank into her lips as she listened to the conversation. She was extremely glad Oreron had placed forward his point, however...that could have been nasty.
"I'm sorry for your loss. But isn't it convenient that when one purpose dies, you have another one to cling on to? But not everyone was that lucky and most certainly not I. I didn't even get to bury her...."
"Cling to hope if you must, but don't get angry when someone who doesn't have that opportunity tells you a very probable possibility. Maybe if I hadn't realized optimism to be a burden sooner, I'd have found Faith."
I'd have found Faith.
Metaphorical
Metaphorical
Metaphorical
Faith Alexis
Aleph Banton
Too late, he had already left.
"What of you? Two years have changed you as well."
"I was captured by Necos who knew of my breed, they beat me to insanity. I am no longer Faith Alexis...I go by The Reprobate. I thought I was going to die but for some reason I found strength to survive. I spent my life killing Necos out of anger, and now I am sat here with one who has shown me so much kindness that I might just be able to live again. And...
Did Aleph Banton just ignore me? Please tell me he realizes..."